I am not ignoring this place. Last week I worked four twelves and this week it is going to be the same. When I work like that my days off are more of a recovery time than a fun time. The first day off I just sleep for 18 hours. Work this week was quite hard.
Because of HIPPA, I am not allowed to talk about specifics at work. That does make it hard to blog about my job. So, I am trying to put into writing something that happened last week without mentioning all the specifics that HIPPA will not let me talk about.
This week, actually tonight, there has been a change in the air. It is five am I have the windows and doors open. The Chinook winds have started up. This for me is the start of spring. I know that Ostara is still a week away, but the winds for me are the first sign of spring. The warm, wet winds that smell like the ocean and spring. On a day that all is still when the wind picks up the trees talk to each other in a roaring sound. A mix between a hard rain, and a far away train. I love the Chinooks.